My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou walked out of the alley, and the large black robe taken from the group of people covered his figure well.

"Click, click, click."

Water droplets fall from the sky that cannot be seen too far away.

First a drop, then two, and then the next moment it was a downpour.

The originally bustling crowd on the street dissipated in the rain in an instant.

Even the bloodstains on Ye Wuyou's feet were washed away by the heavy rain.

This rain looks like it's going to take a long time.

Well, in this case, these bodies will be discovered later.

It's not surprising that he is being targeted by the opponent.

After all, if you can detect that something is wrong in your memory, then the other party will obviously be able to detect it when they see you.

If he were Wu Zulong and saw a dead person killed by him survive, he might do the same thing as the other person.

The enemy is light and we are dark, the enemy is dark and we are light?

No, both are on the surface from beginning to end.

But obviously he is more passive.

"Careless."

Ye Wuyou finally noticed something, he seemed a little not calm enough.

Perhaps it was the timid good-for-nothing image of the other party that day that made him a little disapproving and ignored many things.

Previously, he had carefully designed so many methods to attack an ordinary person like himself. How could he not make a plan when facing himself now.

Ma Liu is just a fishhook thrown out, trying to catch his own fish.

But unfortunately the fisherman is not very good.

This group of practitioners were only practitioners of the first and second realms, and some of them were not in line with the methods that the prefect should have.

In other words, all these things were done by the dandy Third Young Master alone?

There are experts in that mansion.

He didn't dare to find outsiders or the prefect father. What was he trying to cover up?

That painting.

The heavy rain poured down, and Ye Wuyou stepped forward, walking on the deserted street.

Ye Wuyou didn't go home. His home was not safe, so he walked towards the prison.

But somewhere along the way, Ye Wuyou looked up and walked in.

Cuiyueju.

Ye Wuyou, who was soaked all over, stood in front of the hall wrapped in a black robe.

"I want a pot of peach blossom stuffing."

"Just peach blossom wine? We have many kinds of peach blossom wine, which one do you want?" the woman in charge asked with a smile on her face.

many kinds of? Ye Wuyou thought about it carefully, and then seemed to remember something.

He said with a strange expression.

"I want Miss Peach to brew it herself..."

"Oh~"

This wine was a small pot, but very expensive. Ye Wuyou paid the money with some heartache.

Before leaving, he hesitated and asked one more question.

"What is brewed by yourself?"

"Don't you know, sir? I'll explain it to you, that's it..."

"Also, this wine is very intoxicating."

Ye Wuyou had never drunk it before, but he was greatly shocked.

…

When Ye Wuyou saw Wang Fugui again, he was a little busy and even started sharing meals with prisoners.

Ye Wuyou used to do this job.

Many people died in Tianlao before. Although more people were added one after another, some of them also left.

D-level jailers left the most.

Unlike the C-level and B-level people below, most of the [D]-level people will only reach the end of their lives and have no hope of practicing.

Make a living and find a job.

In case there is another riot in the prison.

With this little money, who will risk your life with you?

After finishing helping Uncle Wang, Ye Wuyou sat down and started talking with him.

"Young man Ye, I came back from a mission this time. Last time I saw you being taken away by Zhao Changhe. It seems that you will be heading to higher places soon."

"You see Tianlao is a mess than before, but there are many opportunities. There is a shortage of people everywhere, so you have to take advantage of it."

Uncle Wang drank tea and talked nonchalantly.

"Don't offend me, Uncle Wang. I'm just curious. Uncle Wang, you're already old. Why are you still here? It's not easy to do prison work now."

This is the truth. There are few manpower and many tasks. Even the [D] level has opened up task permissions.

Uncle Wang is already fifty. He has been a jailer for more than thirty years. Not to mention making a lot of money, he can retire and enjoy happiness long ago.

Speaking of this, the man with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes sighed, his expression changed, and the scar on his face also became slightly distorted under the candlelight.

"What do you think I think? Your kid is still young and doesn't understand the dirty things at home. My mother-in-law doesn't do anything, and my son has no success in messing around all day long. There is still a loser in the family."

"A loser?" Ye Wuyou didn't react for a moment.

"My daughter is still young, but she is pretty." Uncle Wang said, the scars on his face stretched a little, with a faint smile.

"Mom, I have to save up a dowry for that loser so that she can live in glory, otherwise she will be bullied in the future."

"You said, what if I don't continue working? The family depends on us to support us."

Ye Wuyou did not continue the topic. He had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry.

"Uncle Wang, do you know about the prefect?"

"I know, that gentleman is famous for many things... Why do you ask this? We little people should not get involved in the big shot's affairs."

Uncle Wang's eyes were puzzled, and his words were somewhat admonishing.

Ye Wuyou shook his head, his eyes firm.

"It's not a big deal... In the past few months, has there been anything unusual happening around the prefect?"

Uncle Wang was silent for a while, took a sip of tea, and seemed to be hesitating.

The steam in the teacup slowly rose, covering his face and making it unclear.

"There was one incident in the past few months, which was not a big deal, but a good story. You came late, and everyone in the Tianlao knew it before."

"A few months ago, a demon appeared from nowhere beside the prefect, and it seemed that it could transform into a beautiful woman and directly broke into the prefect's mansion."

"Later, our Lord Zhao got the news and rushed to the prefect to help kill the demon. The prefect also came to the Tianlao to thank us and gave us a lot of things."

Zhao Changhe?

Did he have a good relationship with the prefect?

After saying goodbye to Uncle Wang, Ye Wuyou wanted to find Zhao Changhe, and he had met those jailers.

But Zhao Changhe was not there.

If you can't find Zhao Changhe, you can't find Lu Qingshan.

The Tianyan method can't find his trace either.

Lu Qingshan's whereabouts are uncertain, and only a few people know his movements.

Ye Wuyou calmed down and walked towards the fifth floor of the prison.

…

"Pa."

Wu Zulong sat on the bed, staring at the blank space in front of him with a dull face, and there was a bright red handprint on his face.

A woman with disheveled clothes was kneeling on the ground, kowtowed constantly.

Magistrate Wu was standing aside with an angry face, pointing and cursing.

"Look at you, what kind of person you are. I thought you would be more honest after being confined for a few days, but I didn't expect you to be so absurd."

"You hang out on the street all day, look at your eldest brother and second brother, and then look at you."

"You can't practice cultivation, you can't study, you just know how to have fun like this all day long."

"Your father is the prefect, and you have lost my face."

Speaking of anger, Magistrate Wu beat his son again.

A lady in gorgeous clothes rushed in, pushed the man out, and then whispered to comfort Wu Zulong who didn't say a word.

She stuffed a stack of banknotes into Wu Zulong's hand.

"Don't worry about your father, he's a psychopath. Take the money and do whatever you want. Don't stay at home and get bored."

Soon, he was the only one left in the room.

Outside the door, there was a wall.

Prefect Wu had a solemn face, and beside him, there was an old man in a gray robe.

"Sir Wu, I've found out that the group of people that the third young master borrowed yesterday were to kill a jailer in the Heavenly Prison."

"As for the reason, it may be related to the fact that the third young master was deceived by the evil spirit a few months ago."

Prefect Wu looked at the old man, his expression eased a little, and his words were a little more respectful.

"Did they kill him?"

"No, seven first realm, four second realm, all dead."

"Is the other party's realm very high?"

"No, just the first realm."

Prefect Wu was silent for a while, then patted the old man's shoulder and said earnestly.

"Although my son is useless, he is my flesh and blood after all. However, this kid is scared of me and has a stubborn temper. If he doesn't discuss this matter with me, it will easily leave hidden dangers."

"Mr. Liu, you still have to trouble yourself to make a trip."

The gray-robed old man smiled and shook his head, "It's okay."

The expression of Wu Zhifu eased and he said slowly.

"There is one more thing. If you take action, Mr. Liu, please don't expose yourself. After all, you are from the Tianlao. If you use the Dharma image, it will be too conspicuous."

The gray-robed old man nodded, indicating that the other party could rest assured.

I am in the fourth realm, and the other party is only in the first realm. Why do you need to use the Dharma image?

"What are you going to do next, sir?"

"As for me, I have an appointment with Zhao Changhe to have a meal together. If there is really something, it's just a jailer... It can be solved at the dinner table."

The figures of the two gradually faded away.

In the room, Wu Zulong slowly walked to the bookshelf.

Then, he opened the painting.

His expression changed from empty to gloomy, and finally revealed madness.

"Deal... No, I want a different condition."

"I don't want you to help me kill the jailer, I want to do it myself."

"I want to become stronger, realm is everything."

"Any price is fine, anything is fine!"